Текст песни Юркеш - Стеляться тумани

Spread out fog,
His head dope,
This, like how small it was.
I napyusya again, he did not sort out,
She said to me grandmother - not hasty.
But I did not listen,
Nehotily my ears hear.
Now I do not know
Grandma is gone.
I do not know.

In my circle
Too many moths,
Zyily, bitch, father's sleeve.
I myself have no say uncle and father,
Do not tell my father - knows.
I get up early, zahovayusya in fog -
Good for me.
Spread out fog,
His head intoxication.
I wonder.